The Empty Tomb

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Aug 8, 1907

The tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full? Still sadly clasping the unbreathing clay? O, weak in faith; O, slow of heart and dull, To dote on darkness and shut out the day!

Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, He who for death gave death, and life for life; Our heavenly kinsman, our true flesh and blood, Victor for us on hell’s dark field of strife.

This was the Bethel where on stony bed, While angels went and came from morn till even, Our truer Jacob laid His weary head— This was to Him the very gate of heaven.

The Conqueror, not the conquered; He to whom The keys of death and of the grave belong, Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger’s tomb— To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong.

The tomb is empty; so erelong shall be The tombs of all who in this Christ repose; They died with Him who died upon the tree— They live and rise with Him who lived and rose. —Selected.